For those of you who don't know - like for all of the adoring fans out there who have just decided to start reading my blog as entertainment even though you don't really know me at all. You know who you are. - I have children. Their names are withheld, but I fondly call them "Boo" and "Pea".
Boo is my son. He is just over three and a half and is a mild tempered little boy. Mostly shy and pretty smart. He wears big-boy pants and goes to school. For the most part, he adjusts his mood to his surroundings. There's usually some period of freak-out when things aren't just as he expects, but once that new norm is the norm, he's fine.
(OK, I'm not one of those parents who gush over the intelligence, good looks and all of their kids, but I'll just put it out there - mine are brilliant and beautiful and all the good stuff that makes humans desirable...and they are all of this and more...they are more amazing than any other human child who has ever existed...in any universe.)
Pea is 13 months younger than her brother, making her about two and a half. She wears pull-ups. Please note the title of this blog. She is the true subject.
Call is "terrible twos" or "growing pains" or just plain evil. She can be an incredible handful. Boo was never like this. His troubles came as he directly exited the womb. He had physical illness right off the bat and I think it mellowed the little guy for life.
Pea never had the same illnesses (not that I would wish that on her), so a part of me wonders if that's why she's so...high strung, demanding, willful, bossy, abusive, irate. I think you the drift.
We have hope that this shall pass. We struggle with questioning our parenting skills every day. We wonder what went wrong. In a quiet moment today, I tried to remember the sweet little girl who used to hold my face in her hands and kiss my lips. Now, I'm lucky if I don't get a slap if she can reach me.
We will survive, of course. We will stay the course. We will teach her to have a conscious and to know when the time is right to scream. It's a long road, but I've yet to meet an adult who rolls around on the floor screaming the word "no" and throwing things.
I said "yet".
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You have my condolences, and my absolute confidence. You, as parents, will prevail.
I'm sure your girl is... well... just exploring the limits. Keep the limits firm. Behavior X gets rewarded, Behavior Y gets ignored as beneath notice, and Behavior Z gets privilege taken away or NOT the result she wanted. Hopefully she'll start aiming for X and leave Y and Z behind as she gets older?
She's going to grow into a confident, intelligent, strong, beautiful young lady someday. She can't possibly be any other way with the parents she has.
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